I Spy: Pics in the Hollyhocks

I spy a profile, and a sad fish.

What do you spy?

You may spy what you wish.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

#hughhoweyfanfic story BORN by Sasha A. Palmer

You must have heard about this cool competition by now. If not there's still time.

Read HALF WAY HOME by Hugh Howey and join in the fun.

And while you are at it, please check out the fanfic story BORN by Sasha A. Palmer :-)

It's just a few pages long, won't take much of your time.

I would appreciate the reads and comments.

Thank you,

Sasha A. Palmer

"Forever Old" (a Happy Halloween poem)

“Darling, when we’re together, every day is Halloween.”

Morticia Addams

“Forever Old”

The moon was full, the graveyard

Was misty and serene,

The party had not started,

Just two of them were seen –

Just two decaying corpses:

A beggar one had been,

The other one, with tresses,

She’d been a cruel queen.

The beggar begged, “My dearest,

Come rattle bones with me,

I’m lonely, o my scariest,

As lonely as can be.”

Her teeth did click-cluck-clatter,

“Me? Rattle bones with you?

But, frankly, as a matter

Of fact…I’m lonely, too.”

“What do you mean, my mummy?

What is your final say?”

“Oh, do not be a dummy,

Come, rattle me away!

Let’s spend our death together,

Why not?  I’ll be your queen.”

(The dead began to gather:

‘twas time for Halloween.)

“What’s up?” they said.  “We’ll marry,”

The beggar told them. “Hey!

Woo-hoo!” they howled, “Be merry

And wed without delay,

Don’t let the iron go cold,

Strike!”  So, that night they wed

And stayed forever old,

Forever happy dead.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

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